When Fang Mo came out of the Demon Rearing Hall, the sky outside was already half gray.
The shadow of Wumian was behind him, flowing silently along the stone wall of the corridor. The three heads without Five Senses were slightly tilted, exuding an indiscriminate oppression on every living creature passing by.
When the jail guards standing guard in the corridor saw this thing, their legs went weak. They held on to the wall and shrank back, not even daring to breathe.
Fang Mo ignored them, walked straight back to Block C, Room Shen prison's Duty Room, and opened the door.
Old Yan has put away the porridge bowl on the table and replaced it with a pot of hot tea. Iron Bull is sitting in the corner wiping his Big Iron Hammer, Mo Qianshan was leaning against the door frame and waiting. Qian Dagui was squatting outside the threshold and nibbling a piece of dry biscuit. When he saw Fang Mo coming back, he quickly stuffed the biscuit into his sleeves, stood up and patted the crumbs on his hands.
"Everyone come in."
Fang Mo put God Slaying Saber on the table, pulled up a chair and sat down. Wumian's shadow seeped in from the crack in the door, huddled in the shadow behind his chair, quiet, and the outlines of the three heads were almost invisible in the dark.
After Mo Qianshan came in, he closed the door behind him and stood at the very back.
Qian Dagui squeezed next to Old Yan and asked in a low voice, "Old Yan, what is that thing and why did it leave with the boss?"
Old Yan glanced at the shadow behind Fang Mo's chair from the corner of his eye, said nothing, and just pushed the teapot towards Fang Mo.
Fang Mo poured a cup of tea, but without drinking it, he held it in his hand and spoke.
"I didn't call you here today because of that thing."
He put down the cup and pointed to the parchment spread out on the table.
"Heavenly Prison Ten Blocks, we have seven. The remaining three are not in a hurry. Let's sort out the things in our hands first."
Old Yan answered, "What the leader means is to take care of the house before the people outside take action."
"It's not just about Panjia's wealth."
Fang Mo turned the picture so that everyone can see it.
"These houses that were conquered before have their own rules and methods. They are as chaotic as a pot of porridge. The people of Block A do not recognize the orders of Block B, and the blacksmiths of Geng Character Room ignore the sacrifices of Block Gui. If this continues, I will hold seven pieces of land in my hand, which is equivalent to holding seven handfuls of loose sand."
Qian Dagui became more energetic when he heard this, "Master, do you want to set the rules?"
"Half the rules count."
Fang Mo drew four circles on the picture with his finger.
"From today on, Heavenly Prison will no longer be divided according to the original Ten Blocks. All the occupied territories will be unified into the four halls."
He drew the first circle at the locations Block A and Block C, Room Shen prison.
"First Hall, Punishment Hall, are responsible for custody and interrogation. From arresting people to torture to soul searching, everything is under the control of this hall. Duty Room of Block C, Room Shen prison is the center, Earth Fire of Block A is used to refine souls, and the two sides are connected. From now on, anything that comes in from Prison Suppression · Containment will pass through the hands of the Punishment Hall at the first stop."
Old Yan nodded and did not interrupt.
Fang Mo draws a second circle at the location of Block B and Block Xin.
"The refining of the Second Hall, Alchemy Hall, and Blood Fiend Pill was moved from Block B to Block Xin, Block Xin has a deep foundation, and after Haoran Remnant Thoughts was taken away by me, the space underneath could be used as an alchemy room, which is three times better than the conditions of Block B."
He looked at Mo Qianshan.
"Qianshan, Alchemy Hall is in charge."
Mo Qianshan clasped his fists and said, "Don't worry, boss, I'll move over all the people who can use it and make the first furnace within three days."
"There's no rush. Let's move the furnace stably first. What I want is not speed, but stability. The loss of a broken furnace Blood Fiend Pill is much greater than waiting two extra days."
Mo Qianshan responded.
Fang Mo drew the third circle at the position of Geng Character Room.
"Third Hall, Weapon Forging Hall, Geng Character Room. Although I have taken away most of the foundation, the forge and mineral veins there are still there, Iron Bull."
Iron Bull looked up at him.
"Weapon Forging Hall belongs to you. The scrap iron blades left in Geng Character Room, those that can be refurbished are refurbished, and those that cannot be refurbished are dismantled and resmelted. I need you to equip everyone under your command with a handy weapon within ten days."
Iron Bull was silent for two breaths and stretched out his right hand to count.
Fang Mo glanced at it, "Fifteen days?"
Iron Bull shook his head and compared again.
Old Yan translated beside him, "He said seven days is enough, but he needs money."
Qian Dagui immediately took out a stack of Banknotes from his sleeve, "How many do you want? Tell us."
Iron Bull hold out three fingers.
"Three thousand taels?" Qian Dagui didn't even move his brows, "It's just a joke."
Iron Bull shook his head.
"Thirty thousand?"
Iron Bull nodded.
Qian Dagui stopped counting the money, grinned, and counted out Banknotes and handed it over, "Okay, just treat it as an investment. Brother Iron Bull, you have to give me a few good ones."
Iron Bull took Banknotes, stuffed it into a cloth bag tied to the hammer handle, and lowered his head to clean the hammer again.
Fang Mo draws the last circle at the location of Block Gui and Ji Block.
"Fourth Hall, Troop Reserve Hall."
As soon as the name came out, the atmosphere in the room changed slightly.
Old Yan The hand holding the tea cup paused and put it down.
"Head of the family, are you gathering troops?"
"Wumian in the Demon Rearing Hall of Block Gui, Thick Earth Formation in Ji Block can be used to suppress and seal high-level combat power. These two places together are our final trump card."
Fang Mo's voice is not high, but every word is pressed firmly.
"When those people from outside came in, Punishment Hall was responsible for intelligence and interrogation, Alchemy Hall was responsible for logistical supplies, Weapon Forging Hall was responsible for equipment, and Troop Reserve Hall was responsible for releasing something that could really overturn the card table at the last moment."
He glanced at the quiet, huddled shadow behind the chair.
"Wumian is just the first, not the last."
Qian Dagui swallowed, "Master, are you going to turn Heavenly Prison into a city?"
"Not a city."
Fang Mo took a sip of tea, with a slight curvature at the corner of his mouth.
"It's a prison."
"Whose prison?" Old Yan asked.
"Whoever dares to come will be locked up."
The room was silent for a few moments.
Mo Qianshan was the first to hold his fist, "Punishment Hall's work, who cares about it for now?"
"Old Yan."
Old Yan put down the tea cup, moved his lips, wanted to say something, looked at Fang Mo's eyes, swallowed the words, and just nodded.
"Okay, let's do it again, Old Bones."
Fang Mo took out a thin booklet from his arms and threw it on the table.
"This is the division of powers and staffing of the four halls. I wrote it last night. You can take it back and read it individually. If you have any questions, come to me. Within three days, all four halls must be up and running."
Qian Dagui picked up the booklet, flipped through two pages, and took a breath.
"Master, this is too detailed. I have even drawn the daily inspection route for each hall."
"It's not too small," Fang Mo stood up and hung God Slaying Saber back on his waist, "We don't have many people, and every one of them must be used on the edge. If one is wasted, one will lose one point of survival."
He walked to the window and opened it.
The sky outside turned from gray to dark blue, and a dull oppression slowly seeped in from the north of the city. It was not wind, but something heavier than wind.
The voice of Nian Nu'er emerged from Sea of Consciousness, with a hint of tension.
"My lord, there's movement over there again, and it's thicker than before."
Fang Mo didn't look back, just looked at the getting darker sky outside the window and threw the words into the room.
"Listen clearly, three days is the bottom line I give you, but those outside may not give us three days."
Old Yan stood up and put the booklet into his arms.
"Then just one day."
Mo Qianshan stood up and said, "One day is enough."
Qian Dagui finished chewing the half piece of dry biscuit left in his mouth and clapped his hands.
"Leave the money matters to me. Just report anything you need."
Iron Bull has already walked to the door carrying the hammer.
Fang Mo turned around, looked at these people, didn't say anything more, just waved his hand.
"Go ahead."
Several people filed out.
Fang Mo was the only one left in Duty Room, and the quiet shadow behind the chair.
Outside the window, the dark blue sky pressed down another inch.
Fang Mo reached out to close the window, sat down in the darkness, and put his hand on the handle of God Slaying Saber's knife.
"Nian Nu'er."
"Here."
"Imperial Clan Court Those old guys, what do you think they will use to lead the charge?"
Nian Nu'er was silent for a moment, with an extra layer of solemnity in his voice.
"My lord, that aura is wrong."
"Something's wrong."
"It is not the breath of man, but of beasts."
Fang Mo's fingers tapped on the handle of the knife.
"What beast."
Nian Nu'er was silent for another moment, this time the silence was longer. When she spoke again, her usual laziness had completely faded away.
"The thing raised in Imperial Mausoleum was last seen by the poor family many years ago. In those days, it was called Heaven Devouring Hou."